I hadn’t.
I was simply the woman he should have realized he was dealing with.
Ethan’s first response was anger.
His second was negotiation.
His third was panic.
“That was private,” he snapped.
“So was my home.”
“You’re twisting a conversation.”
“I’m playing it exactly as recorded.”
Denise stood and grabbed her purse.
“Come on, Ethan. She’s unstable.”
“Sit down,” I said.
Something in my voice made her stop.
I placed one final document on the table.
A cancellation notice from the wedding venue.
Ethan’s face drained.
“You canceled the wedding?”
“I canceled my half this morning.”
The venue contract listed both of us, but the deposit had come from my card. Under the cancellation clause, I could withdraw before the final payment deadline and recover most of my contribution. Ethan had insisted the remaining balance be under his name because he wanted reward points.
